It is said that this kind of classical dance is not suitable for this environment, but who made Ye Weilan a new face or a beauty?

It was night again, and the building was built very high, with the starry sky above my head, which felt like it was independent of the world.

This gorgeous visual feast is beyond the reach of other dancers.

Qi Ye felt that the dance his wife was dancing was indeed his wish, and his eyes were passing by a group of obsessed people around him, and he hummed coldly!

He turned to the foot of the woman who had just provoked her, and suddenly turned around and hugged her waist, with a teasing look on his face: "Oh, this waist is so thin, so soft, and the skin is so white."

His nose moved: "Yeah, it's still very fragrant."

Maybe I really feel that the touch is good, and I can squeeze it hard.

Ye Weilan smiled clearly, and she was also a tough guy when she didn't look at the girl Qi Ye. She pressed her two plain white hands on the woman's chest, as if she had pressed two white dough pieces: "Beauty, how did you make your breasts? It's so big."

Qi Ye's eyes sank, "Damn girl!"

"Sister is born," the woman lifted a strand of her black hair with a finger, put it on the tip of her nose and smelled it: "Where did you call me?"

Ye Weilan narrowed her eyes, a woman who speaks Chinese language, coincidence?

There is a familiar atmosphere gradually approaching.

Ye Weilan suddenly turned around and rushed over, complaining: "Qi Ye, she teased me."

woman:"……"

Qi Ye pinched her face: "Why did I see that you shouldn't have touched it?"

Ye Weilan looked at him with big eyes, looking innocent: "She pinched my waist first. I can't stand there and let her take advantage, right?"

Qi Ye's eyes immediately drifted to the side.

The woman felt a chill behind her back, and a speechless expression appeared.

As for it? It's just a sentence, just to punish her like this. Can anyone bear the look of this man?

She coughed and waved her hands to explain: "Just just kidding, don't take it seriously."

"She said I was white, soft, fragrant and easy to touch."

woman:"……"

The temperature around Qi Ye dropped a lot.

The woman sweats coldly.

"Qi Ye~" Ye Weilan hugged his neck, his eyes were soft and sensible: "Am I white, fragrant, soft and easy to touch?"

Qi Ye glanced at the woman and pulled Ye Weilan off the boat.

After leaving the building, the night was a little deeper, and the bonfire party continued.

The wind was a little cool at night, so Qi Ye took off his coat and put it on her shoulder.

Ye Weilan held his hand and looked around.

"It's a pity that I didn't bring a camera, otherwise how good it would be to take a picture." Looking at the beautiful scenery in front of her, she felt a little sorry.

Qi Ye took out his cell phone from his pocket and handed it over.

Ye Weilan's eyes lit up: "Qi Ye is the best."

Ye Weilan usually has no habit of taking pictures. Compared to taking pictures, she prefers to use brushes to draw.

You must not use a brush at night, you can only settle for the second best.

Ye Weilan held Mei Ren Qi's face and kissed her heavily.

He is becoming more and more considerate, and he is immersed in his love network and is reluctant to leave.

Ye Weilan felt warm in her heart and began to take photos.

There are several photos of Ye Weilan on Qi Ye’s mobile phone, which she sent to him every day when the two parted.

It was still winter at that time, and in a blink of an eye, half a year was about to pass.

Qi Ye’s mobile phone camera is better than those professional cameras.

Ye Weilan found a tree and felt that wearing Qi Ye's coat was inappropriate, so she wanted to take it off.

As soon as she moved her hand, Qi Ye looked at her eyes, and Ye Weilan had to take it off.
Chapter completed!